Ashes, Ashes

From page one, the chase is on and many will die. Unnecessarily. - Forensic psychiatrist, Ms Barrett Conyors knew that if Richard Glash werent manacled to his chair, he would kill her. He had likely imagined every detail of her murder and then obsessively sketched the scene hundreds of times. At forty-two Richard, whod spent all but four and a half years of his life locked away . . . had few interests, other than drawing and killing.